Pace House Glass Hand
A fragile exchange of eyes
Say it's nothing while
I reached for your hand tonight
And you clenched it tight
My palm was cut from what
Blood was dripping
A holistic approach was my
First instinct
But-
Please take me
To the hospital now
I'm in the backseat
Panicking
Please take me
To the hospital now
My glass hand is breaking
Cold and stressed
Retreat to basic reality
When finally they talk
I'm already detached
From the dream
